[…] The wingnut deification of the couldn’t-have-happened-to-a-nicer-guy Blartblart has jumped the…, a mere 90 days after the fucking disgraceful excuse for a human shuffled off his chubby, drunken, mortal coil. […]

Terribly ironic that the same site selling this sells “Christian” material as well. I guess now that the conservative Christians will be voting for a Mormon, the tent is big enough for Norse gods as well.

Just don’t ask them to let a mosque in their neighborhood. That’s a bridge too far!

“Many years ago, I convinced Breitbart of the Aesir that the reason for his impotence was that he was pregnant (he’s not very bright). And I told him to lie face down and naked on his sleeping furs until I came and delivered him of child. I was disguised as a wandering physician. So I fed him a gallon of castor oil, painted his arse blue and shoved a cork in his bum-hole. I told him it was the cure for his condition. Then I went off to sleep with his wife. So Breitbart is lying face down with a cork up his fundament for a week and a day, while his insides continue to rumble their course. And now he’s got a pain in his gut like you wouldn’t believe, as the pressure continues to build. I’d told him he might experience some pain. That it was common in pregnancy. Suddenly, into the room, through an open window, bounds Ratatosk, the squirrel who lives in the branches of the world tree. Ratatosk is curious as any little squirrel. And he climbs on top of Breitbart’s squirming, straining buttocks, and he—pulls out the cork. THRRRRRPPPPP! It’s an explosion—eight days’ worth of oiled shit thunders forth from the fundament of the Lord of Slime. And the mighty Breitbart sits up, and looks around, and sees Ratatosk on the ground, stunned, gassed, and befouled. And slowly, with hands as big as ham hocks, he picks up the little animal, and stares at it. And then, with one ponderous motion, he clasps it to his bosom. You’re ugly, he says, you’re hairy, and you’re covered in shit. But you’re mine, and I love you!“

Greylocks, I wrote a piece on Wonkette about this, and I’m sorry to have mis-attributed the first sighting of the similarity to the wrong blog! As far as I can tell, you mentioned it here, then thebewilderness posted it in the comments at Passthedoucheys, and then DCMartin commented on it on Mock, Paper, Scissors, which is what I mistakenly thought was the first sighting of the similarity. Before I ask the Wonkette editors to post a correction, I just want to nail down the source–would I be correct in giving credit for the catch to you?